This is a song about "Won t let us parted"

You always thought you won

And when it's said and done

Or let us all live in the dark

February cold as my heart

Lifes shifting us in the shame direction/ they be like "let me walk with you"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Just let us leave your streets and you can take our weeds"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

With a little bit of passion

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Shit that i already won

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay